Some Doggerel Lines | Meditations On Lewis’s The Four Loves

So silent moves the knife of a faithful friend;
the lover's poisoned drops will not amend.
The father's gifts become a contract's bind;
of shackles does the mother's love remind.

All loves are poisoned by cruel misery,
yet still a love beyond these loves I see.
To hate's to die, a comical mistake,
and fate will lie: the tragical can't take
the deep reality that goes beyond mere meat.
The coming judge will take his seat.